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第50章 CHAPTER 16(3)

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So the

Uncle

coughed

and stood

up and

made a

speech. He

said

-'Ladies

and

gentlemen,

we are met

together

to discuss

an

important

subject

which has

for some

weeks

engrossed

the

attention

of the

honourable

member

opposite

and

myself.' I

said,

'Hear,

hear,' and

Alice

whispered,

'What

happened

to the

guinea-pig?'

Of course

you know

the answer

to that.

The Uncle

went on

-'I am

going to

live in

this

house, and

as it's

rather big

for me,

your

Father has

agreed

that he

and you

shall come

and live

with me.

And so, if

you're

agreeable,

we're all

going to

live here

together,

and,

please

God, it'll

be a happy

home for

us all.

Eh! -

what?' He

blew his

nose and

kissed us

all round.

As it was

Christmas

I did not

mind,

though I

am much

too old

for it on

other

dates.

Then he

said,

'Thank you

all very

much for

your

presents;

but I've

got a

present

here I

value more

than

anything

else I

have.' I

thought it

was not

quite

polite of

him to say

so, till I

saw that

what he

valued so

much was a

threepenny-bit

on his

watch-chain,

and, of

course, I

saw it

must be

the one we

had given

him. He

said, 'You

children

gave me

that when

you

thought I

was the

poor

Indian,

and I'll

keep it as

long as I

live. And

I've asked

some

friends to

help us to

be jolly,

for this

is our

house-warming.

Eh! -

what?'

Then he

shook

Father by

the hand,

and they

blew their

noses; and

then

Father

said,

'Your

Uncle has

been most

kind -

most -'

But Uncle

interrupted

by saying,

'Now,

Dick, no

nonsense!'

Then H. O.

said,

'Then

you're not

poor at

all?' as

if he were

very

disappointed.

The Uncle

replied,

'I have

enough for

my simple

wants,

thank you,

H. O.; and

your

Father's

business

will

provide

him with

enough for

yours. Eh!

- what?'

Then we

all went

down and

looked at

the fox

thoroughly,

and made

the Uncle

take the

glass off

so that we

could see

it all

round and

then the

Uncle took

us all

over the

house,

which is

the most

comfortable

one I have

ever been

in. There

is a

beautiful

portrait

of Mother

in

Father's

sitting-room.

The Uncle

must be

very rich

indeed.

This

ending is

like what

happens in

Dickens's

books; but

I think it

was much

jollier to

happen

like a

book, and

it shows

what a

nice man

the Uncle

is, the

way he did

it all.

Think how

flat it

would have

been if

the Uncle

had said,

when we

first

offered

him the

one and

threepence

farthing,

'Oh, I

don't want

your dirty

one and

three-pence!

I'm very

rich

indeed.'

Instead of

which he

saved up

the news

of his

wealth

till

Christmas,

and then

told us

all in one

glorious

burst.

Besides, I

can't help

it if it

is like

Dickens,

because it

happens

this way.

Real life

is often

something

like

books.

Presently,

when we

had seen

the house,

we were

taken into

the

drawing-room,

and there

was Mrs

Leslie,

who gave

us the

shillings

and wished

us good

hunting,

and Lord

Tottenham,

and

Albert-next-door's

Uncle -

and

Albert-next-door,

and his

Mother

(I'm not

very fond

of her),

and best

of all our

own Robber

and his

two kids,

and our

Robber had

a new suit

on. The

Uncle told

us he had

asked the

people who

had been

kind to

us, and

Noel said,

'Where is

my noble

editor

that I

wrote the

poetry

to?' The

Uncle said

he had not

had the

courage to

ask a

strange

editor to

dinner;

but Lord

Tottenham

was an old

friend of

Uncle's,

and he had

introduced

Uncle to

Mrs

Leslie,

and that

was how he

had the

pride and

pleasure

of

welcoming

her to our

house-warming.

And he

made her a

bow like

you see on

a

Christmas

card. Then

Alice

asked,

'What

about Mr

Rosenbaum?

He was

kind; it

would have

been a

pleasant

surprise

for him.'

But

everybody

laughed,

and Uncle

said

-'Your

father has

paid him

the

sovereign

he lent

you. I

don't

think he

could have

borne

another

pleasant

surprise.'

And I said

there was

the

butcher,

and he was

really

kind; but

they only

laughed,

and Father

said you

could not

ask all

your

business

friends to

a private

dinner.

Then it

was

dinner-time,

and we

thought of

Uncle's

talk about

cold

mutton and

rice. But

it was a

beautiful

dinner,

and I

never saw

such a

dessert!

We had

ours on

plates to

take away

into

another

sitting-room,

which was

much

jollier

than

sitting

round the

table with

the

grown-ups.

But the

Robber's

kids

stayed

with their

Father.

They were

very shy

and

frightened,

and said

hardly

anything,

but looked

all about

with very

bright

eyes. H.

O. thought

they were

like white

mice; but

afterwards

we got to

know them

very well,

and in the

end they

were not

so mousy.

And there

is a good

deal of

interesting

stuff to

tell about

them; but

I shall

put all

that in

another

book, for

there is

no room

for it in

this one.

We played

desert

islands

all the

afternoon

and drank

Uncle's

health in

ginger

wine. It

was H. O.

that upset

his over

Alice's

green silk

dress, and

she never

even rowed

him.

Brothers

ought not

to have

favourites,

and Oswald

would

never be

so mean as

to have a

favourite

sister,

or, if he

had, wild

horses

should not

make him

tell who

it was.

And now we

are to go

on living

in the big

house on

the Heath,

and it is

very

jolly. Mrs

Leslie

often

comes to

see us,

and our

own Robber

and

Albert-next-door's

uncle. The

Indian

Uncle

likes him

because he

has been

in India

too and is

brown; but

our Uncle

does not

like

Albert-next-door.

He says he

is a muff.

And I am

to go to

Rugby, and

so are

Noel and

H. O., and

perhaps to

Balliol

afterwards.

Balliol is

my

Father's

college.

It has two

separate

coats of

arms,

which many

other

colleges

are not

allowed.

Noel is

going to

be a poet

and Dicky

wants to

go into

Father's

business.

The Uncle

is a real

good old

sort; and

just

think, we

should

never have

found him

if we

hadn't

made up

our minds

to be

Treasure

Seekers!

Noel made

a poem

about it

-Lo! the

poor

Indian

from lands

afar,

Comes

where the

treasure

seekers

are; We

looked for

treasure,

but we

find The

best

treasure

of all is

the Uncle

good and

kind. I

thought it

was rather

rot, but

Alice

would show

it to the

Uncle, and

he liked

it very

much. He

kissed

Alice and

he smacked

Noel on

the back,

and he

said, 'I

don't

think I've

done so

badly

either, if

you come

to that,

though I

was never

a regular

professional

treasure

seeker.

Eh! -

what?'

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